Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, there'd be more Remus/Sirius in the books.

A/N: So…I forgot to click the little complete button when I submitted this fic, and a lot of people wanted a sequel. I didn't want to let so many people down, so here's the second (and final) chapter. It's not as angsty as the first part, and I'm not sure I even like it that much…

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Sirius followed Madam Pomfrey to the closed curtains that were surrounding Remus' bed and watched as she continued on her way to her office. Once the door was closed behind her, he stuck his head inside.

Remus' eyes were closed as he laid on the hospital bed. He was propped up by a few extra pillows so he was in a half-sitting position. Sirius slipped inside quietly, just watching the other boy relax. Like in the Shack, his skin was extremely pale and Sirius wondered for a moment if Madam Pomfrey had given Remus enough Blood-Replenishing Potions.

As Sirius got closer to the bed, Remus shifted slightly then opened his eyes slowly. Once he saw his friend, a smile formed and he moved to sit up more. In his rush to help Remus up, Sirius tripped over his own feet and landed in Remus' lap. "You alright?" the brunette asked in a quiet voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Sirius answered, quickly getting off of him but moved to sit on the side of the bed so he was facing Remus. "How're you feeling?" That's when his eyes fell upon the new scar on Remus' neck. "She couldn't get rid of it?" he asked, reaching out to gently trail his fingers over the raised skin.

Remus shivered lightly under his touch, making Sirius think he was still in pain so he pulled his hand away. "No," he said in a hoarse voice and leaned back on his pile of pillows. "You know she can't make my scars go away."

"Why did you want to see me, Moony?" Sirius asked, thinking he should leave so Remus could go back to sleep. The potions that the Matron gave Remus after the full moon always made him tired, saying that he healed faster when he was sleeping - although, Sirius imagined it was so he wouldn't be in pain while he healed.

"Just wanted to say 'Thanks,' Padfoot," he whispered after a quiet yawn. "If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't be here."

Sirius swallowed past a lump in his throat; he'd been trying to not imagine what could have happened if he had been in the tunnel with James and Peter. "You can't get rid of us that easily, Moony," he tried to joke, lightly nudging the other boy's leg under the pillow, but then sobered up. "I actually thought I lost you for a moment," he said quietly, recalling the moment after he finished healing Remus and saw how pale he had gotten. It had been a brief thought - broken up when he noticed the young werewolf's chest raising - but it was still hard to shake.

"You did," Remus whispered, once again closing his eyes. He shifted slightly, trying to become more comfortable so he could sleep. "The last thing I remember in the Shack was you healing me, then…nothing. It was, in fact, very peaceful. I wasn't scared and there was no pain…It was better than being here…"

Sirius stared at the other boy, his head spinning with this information. It was obvious how much pain being a werewolf caused Remus but was it really enough for him to kill himself on purpose? Sirius couldn't help but think if maybe that was the reason why Remus hadn't wanted Sirius to heal him earlier. But then he remembered that Remus had said it was iafter/i he had started healing.

Before he could say anything else, Remus spoke again. "But I kept seeing your face," he admitted in a very tired tone. "And…I knew I couldn't leave you like that. I lo…" The rest of the sentence was to quiet for Sirius to hear but he felt his heart beating a little faster at the knowledge that Remus had, essentially, come back to life for him.